Bøger af Arnett Hartwell

Part of the price of magic. It messed with family genetics, cutting fertility, leaving a whole child here, a disabled one there, and, in her case, one without any powers at all. She might have been a second-generation Divergent, but without the pyromancy that marked her bloodline, simply being a divergent meant nothing. It wasn't even something she could brag about-telling anyone about magic would constitute a breach of the Seal, which meant death for her and whoever she'd told. And since she lived in Akira's jurisdiction, he'd have to give the order for her death.

She was still reeling from the revelation of her identity. The ability to hear a buraq. The blank looks on Squeekers and Ifrit's faces and the mindless repeating of her own thoughts. How had she not seen it coming? A moon Shiqq. It was mind-numbing, the way such a simple fact could completely change her world. During one of her more lucid moments, Ayesha began to wonder about Squeekers involvement in all of this. He'd been quieter than usual, ever since she'd read that letter.

It seemed like all we did anymore was supernatural crap. As soon as people got word I'd brought a vamp on as a partner, they started coming out of the woodwork with bizarre requests. One lady wanted us to prove her husband was turning into a werewolf once a month. Better that than admit he was probably having an affair, which he was. Unfortunately, we'd had several legitimate paranormal cases, too. There was a family whose teenage daughter was sneaking out at night to see her teenage-looking boyfriend. Luckily, the vamp was over three hundred years old, and we got to turn that one over to the DA as a case of statutory rape. His punishment had yet to be decided, but he was sure staying the hell away from sixteen-year-old girls. For now, anyway. The courts were arguing between sending the pedi-vamp to some sort of dark hole for a few months or just killing him. Of course, he'd been changed in his mid-thirties. I couldn't help but wonder if it might have been different if he'd been turned as a teenager himself. It'd be interesting to see what the courts had to say about that.

He held his finger to his lips. "Shhh. They're gone now, but they'll be back any second." "Who?" He looked over his shoulder then stepped forward. "You were captured by peris." Ayesha's nose wrinkled. Peris? They were too stupid to build a trap like that. And the footsteps she'd heard, those didn't belong to peris.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. She began to hum, an old tune from her village. The notes floated through the air, sad and eerie, and as gray as the ever-present fog. Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

Piceous can smell evil. No one; not even werewolves, wendigos, or vampires, can hide from her once they've committed a crime. When Piceous's paranormal investigation of a local haunting triggers the death of a divorced mother, she is cut short by the provocative Detective Sieg Javier. Now she must either tempt Sieg astray from his clean-cut, straight-edged path or change her apathetic ways and learn the truth about who and what she is - before what she doesn't know kills her. Follow Piceous as the ever-evolving mysteries unfold, revealing answers while at the same time, bringing about more questions as to her true purpose.